For the first few days, I caught the cum in my hands and left the clothes there and ran off as soon as I finished. After that, I became a bit braver a...d started leaving cum stains on her clothes, thinking she wouldn’t notice as they were all going to be washed anyway. And, to my surprise, she didn’t notice so I kept going and doing this every day.But, after a couple of weeks, this wasn’t enough to satisfy me anymore. I needed what was on the other side of the door. I knew that my aunt would. After she graduated from Loyola in New Orleans with her Masters degree in nursing, she purchased a 1960 style concrete block people warehouse. She was familiar with the building, since she lived there while working at the clinic and attending classes ninety miles away. People called the ugly tourist trap a motel, until it was by passed by the new highway. When that happened, they called it a crime problem. Shortly after that designation became all too common, it went up for sale. Since she had. Her skin was smooth and creamy, her honey-blonde hair cascading thickly to her shoulders. She was a very lovely and desirable woman in every respect."So, Carl. you prick, what's wrong with this?" she said. "... Nothing. Nothing at all!"Feeling much better about herself, Donna marched over to the bed and stretched out, already growling with lusty anticipation. She wasn't proud of jerking herself off, not exactly, but once she got started, she put her whole heart into it. It was the only sexual. With a disarming smile, she gestured at the visiting party. "For the reputable Captain Tsharles to make his way to a backwater outpost like mine..." she batted her ice-blue eyes, "It must be a mission too important to divulge freely?" Tsharles nodded respectfully. "As a precaution, my task is to be a guarded secret, but I give my word it is important and of no ill consequence to the guards of the Pass." Skilfully revealing only an edge of the elaborate markings painted on her pale, freckled.